RICHARD Upon what cause ? CLARENCE Because my name is George. RICHARD Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours. He should, for that, commit your godfathers.
O, belike his Majesty hath some intent That you should be new christened in the Tower. But what’s the matter, Clarence ? May I know ? CLARENCE Yea, Richard, when I know, for I protest As yet I do not. But, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies and dreams, And from the crossrow plucks the letter G, And says a wizard told him that by “ G ” His issue disinherited should be. And for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought that I am he. These, as I learn, and such like toys as these Hath moved his Highness to commit me now. RICHARD Why, this it is when men are ruled by women. ’Tis not the King that sends you to the Tower. My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, ’tis she That tempers him to this extremity. Was it not she and that good man of worship, Anthony Woodeville, her brother there, That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower, From whence this present day he is delivered ? We are not safe, Clarence we are not safe. CLARENCE By heaven, I think there is no man secure But the Queen’s kindred and night-walking heralds That trudge betwixt the King and Mistress Shore. Heard you not what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ? RICHARD Humbly complaining to her Deity Got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty. I’ll tell you what : I think it is our way, If we will keep in favor with the King, To be her men and wear her livery. The jealous o’erworn widow and herself, Since that our brother dubbed them gentlewomen, Are mighty gossips in our monarchy. BRAKENBURY I beseech your Graces both to pardon me. His Majesty hath straitly given in charge That no man shall have private conference, Of what degree soever, with your brother. An please your Worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of anything we say.
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